The Man in the Backseat (#FreeYourShorts #horrorthriller)

Tres

       You're trying to find the last fork in the road when you hear it.

       Breathing. Soft, faint, barely a whisper in your mind. But it's there. You're sure of it.

       Breathing that isn't your own. Right now your's is loud and laborious. But this one, this one is quiet. If you weren't paying close enough attention, you would never notice it.

        But you do. 

        You notice it.

        And that horrifies you. But your mind must be going into overdrive, because there's no way that someone else is in the car with you...

        Right?

        Besides, how would someone have gotten inside? The doors were locked...

        Right?

        You shake your head vigorously in an attempt to clear away the negative thoughts. You're just being paranoid. The supposed breathing is clearly just the wind.

        But are you really sure?

        You check the front mirror just to make sure you didn't miss the final fork. Nope, nothing in sight.

        Then something catches your eye. Something you wish you could un-see. Something that sends cold fear rippling underneath your skin.

         Clothing. Clothing that you're one-hundred percent positive was not there before. 

          A knot of terror grips your heart and squeezes tightly like your heart is a stress ball in its fist. Black spots cloud your peripheral vision, and suddenly the world seems to spin violently, turbulently, sending you spiraling far, far away. A single drop of sweat slides down your neck, leaving a freezing trail of fright in its wake. Your heart begins to beat like a drum as the final piece of the puzzle clicks into place.

        There's someone in your car.

        And they might just kill you.